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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/25342078">Messing with the message man</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/Dun_with_Life/pseuds/Dun_with_Life'>Dun_with_Life</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>Twenty One Pilots</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>Blurryface Era, Eventual Smut, F/M, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Love at First Sight, Masturbation, Phone Sex, Slow Build, Smut, Top Tyler Joseph, single dad!AU</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>In-Progress</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2020-07-17</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2020-07-17</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-05-05 06:07:49</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>Mature</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>1</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>4,772</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/25342078</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/Dun_with_Life/pseuds/Dun_with_Life</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p>You're on the verge of graduating college and Tyler has a daughter.</p><p>*Not meant to harm Tyler or his family, this is simply for entertainment.*</p>
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<tr><td><b>Relationships:</b></td><td>Tyler Joseph/Reader, Tyler Joseph/You</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Comments:</b></td><td>4</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>4</td></tr>

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<a name="section0001"><h2>Messing with the message man</h2></a>
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    <p><span class="u">'Goddamn it...I think I've rewritten the same paragraph about seven times now. I just don't know how I'm supposed to start this essay. It seriously can't be this hard.'</span> you think to yourself. You cross one leg over the other as you lean forward on your elbows to glare closely at your computer screen, as if this is going help. You figured the quiet and calm nature of the small coffee shop just a few blocks away from your apartment would help you write your essay easier but you can't seem find any luck. Your whole grade was riding on this college exam, you were already failing the class as is.<br/>This seemed like an endless routine, taking a small sip of your coffee only to then hover your fingers over the keyboard before rinsing and repeating all over again. "Ugh." you groan softly as your frustration boils beneath your skin. You run your hands through your (h/c) hair before finally slumping back against your chair and crossing your arms with a sigh.<span class="u"> 'This will never be in on time at this rate.'</span><br/>The door to the coffee shop opens with a chime of the small bell above it sounding off, your head turns in the direction. A tall man holding hands with a small toddler walk their way in, you send a smile their way regardless if they saw you or not before turning back to your computer screen. <br/>"Okay, y/n...no more distractions." you mumble lowly as you stare at your keyboard, your fingers throw themselves into autopilot and they begin to write sentence after sentence. You can't keep up to even notice if any of it makes sense or not, there will be plenty time to proofread later, at least you're getting any sense of work done.<br/>Tiny footsteps stomp behind your chair, your eyes direct towards the sound and you find the toddler walking her way to your table with a smile. Her outfit was decorated with strawberries and roses, it reminded you of the warm spring weather outside, you couldn't help but send a smile her way. A soft giggle left her mouth as she grabbed onto the leg of your chair.<br/>"Hey there, pumpkin. Whatcha doing down there?" you ask her with a child-like squeak, she smiled as she began jumping up and down, she sure had a lot of energy. "Go back to your daddy, hun." you suggest, her father seemed so wrapped up ordering that he didn't seem to notice her disappearance. You wave your hand in his direction to shoo the child but to no avail, her small hands grasp onto the edge of your table as she stares up at your laptop. The butterfly stickers seemed to grab her attention, her small hands reaching up as if she was able to grab the insects and run off with them. You shake your head at the child before looking back to your screen.<br/>'Maybe if I just ignore her, she'll go away.' you think as you try to tune back into your essay, her patience runs short as she begins to fuss and shake the table with irritation. Your tall coffee loses its balance and spills itself over your laptop, you jolt up to your feet in a panic and tilt your computer on its side to drain any of the liquid from the keys.<br/>"No, no, no!!" you exclaim, the small girl backed away from the table with guilt, soon grabbing the attention of her father. The tall brunette man ran his way to you and picked up his daughter, his face looking as frantic as yours. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I-I didn't think she'd just run off like that." he explained as he watched you in anguish. You sigh in frustration, the screen now black and reflecting your distressed expression back to you.<br/>The man sighs softly as he looks down at the mess, "I'm so sorry, I can't say that enough." he says as he digs his hand into his pocket, he turns to you as he pulls out his wallet. <br/>"Let me pay for the damages, this is my fault." his tone was soft and guilty, you turn to look up at the man. He was so handsome and gentle, his eyes were an amber brown as the sunlight hit them from the right side of his face. You smile softly to him and shake your head, "I can't let you do that, sir. I-It's fine, I can fix it." you refuse.<br/>He didn't seem to want to let the issue go, he humbly shook his head in reply. "I assure you, money is no issue. I want to help you." he offers once more, you bite your cheek as you think about his offer. <br/>'It would be beneficial if he were to pay, it's not like it was my fault.' you think to yourself, you shake your head once more.<br/>  "I promise, it's okay. You don't need to do that. For all I know, she's helped me out some." you giggle, the man looked confused at your words. "I've been in need of a new laptop anyways, I've had this bad boy since middle school." you joke as you look down at your dead computer.<br/>He smiled at your words as he slowly put his wallet back in pocket, another lightbulb flickered on in his head. "In that case, could I do the honor of buying you another?" he asks, your eyes look up into his as you shake your head once more. "I'd rather you keep your money, I'm sure you'll need it for the little one there." you state, he nods in reply.<br/>He proposes a handshake with a tender smile, "Well, I'm Tyler and this is Mary-Elizabeth." he speaks with a shyer tone, you welcome his nature and shake his hand. "I'm Y/n. That's quite a name, Mary-Elizabeth." you compliment the girl politely, she takes notice and laughs as she hides her face against her father's chest.<br/>"I'm sure she'd thank you if she could. But I've uh...I've notice you around here a lot. You've always got your nose buried into your screen so I never got to opportunity to introduce myself. I mean I figured what you do must be important so I didn't want to be a burden, but since I am now, I would still like to help cover your maimed laptop." he explains, still feeling guilty over your property.<br/>"I appreciate it, Tyler, but you needn't to worry. I'm sure I'll get around to fixing it." you reply, ignoring what he said about noticing you. How often did he see me here? Did he want to speak to me? Does he have an interest?- No...no, of course not.<br/>"Small decaf caramel frap for Joseph!" the barista calls from beyond the counter, his order had slipped his mind completely.<br/>His head turned towards her and smiled a 'Thank you' along with a modest nod. "Well, that's me. I've got a busy schedule today but I'm sure I'll be seeing you around." Tyler begins, "You have a good day, Y/n." his voice was so suave, the soft raspy yet feminine tone sent butterflies free in your stomach. Hopefully he doesn't notice that I'm blushing, that would be embarrassing!<br/>"You too, Tyler." your voice comes out soft and nervous, you internally curse at the sound. Way to come off as desperate. He seemed to notice by the way he smiled back at you, he walked his way to the counter and grabbed his coffee. You watched him as he strides out of the shop with such confidence. I hope I'll get to see you again.<br/>________________________________<br/>"Ugh, I should've just let him fix it!" you exclaim aloud to your roommate. She didn't seem as upset as you were, it's been three weeks since you incident at the coffee shop. Fixing the damage was far more expensive than you could afford with the minimum wage job you had, it would've been your whole paycheck and another month without your side of the rent being payed.<br/>Your roommate, Jamie, was rather thankful that you never got around to fixing it. "Why are you still even hung up on that? You still finished that stupid paper anyways." she sighs. <br/>"Yeah, I had to finish it all by hand! A 35 page essay! Do you know how shitty that was!" you vent, she didn't seem to care about your argument. She sat on the couch, filing her nails as you spoke.<br/>"This isn't about the essay." she claims, you turn to her with confusion. "What?" you ask, she looks up and groans. "This isn't about the-"<br/>"I know that part but what do you mean by that?" you interrupt eagerly. Your arms crossed over one another, you sent an expression of irritability.<br/>"You're caught up on that guy, not the paper. You passed that shit, dude. You overwork yourself even through you're literally the smartest person in your class. You're trying to convince yourself that you didn't totally swoon over him so you try to claim that it's his fault and that you're angry at him, it's annoying." she says, your jaw drops slightly. Maybe she's right...<br/>"I do not like him! He had a kid with him, he's probably married. That's so wrong of you to say." you scoff, she rolls her eyes. "You were the one thinking it. Don't you get to thinking that I don't acknowledge the way you describe things about him, about how dressed, how he talked, how he nice his cologne smelled or even how you never forget to skip over the detail that he told you that he's noticed you time and time again. How can I see this but you can't, don't lie to yourself, Y/n." she explains.<br/>You roll your eyes and walk off to your room, making sure to stomp on your way. Ugh, this is ridiculous. I need to sleep this stress away, I can't take it!!<br/>    Jamie laughed it off without even lifting her head. She knew she was right.<br/>______________________________<br/>Your eyes open slightly, a squint small enough to keep you sleepy and just big enough to see the numbers displayed on your alarm clock. Bold red numbers display 11:24 AM, you jolt out of bed, dash to your closet and grab a t-shirt to throw on. How could I have slept in so late?? I'm missing class!! <br/>As you throw on a pair of your favorite of ripped jeans you glance at the clock once more.<br/><span class="u">Hold on...is it Tuesday?</span><br/><br/>"Shit." you mumble, you didn't have any classes today. You let out a groan and throw your head back in frustration, now you're wide awake with nothing to do.<br/>A sigh leaves your lips as you sit down on the edge of the bed with your hands in your lap.<span class="u"> Now what do I do?</span> you wondered. Just then, you feel your stomach grumble. <br/><br/><span class="u">Mind as well go out for breakfast since I'm up.</span><br/><br/>All you had in the apartment was oatmeal and stale waffle crisp cereal, something fresh sounded a thousand times better than what was available. You bend over and pull your shoes over your feet and begin your walk to the local coffee shop.<br/>____________________________<br/>The bell chimed sweetly over your head as you step through the door, the atmosphere always felt so calm and inviting. The line wasn't very long so it didn't seem like a long wait, you pull your phone from your pocket and distract yourself temporarily with twitter. Your timeline displayed endless drama and memes, it was what you expected but it kept you entertained after all. <br/>It was only a matter of four minutes before you arrived at the counter and ordered your usual drink along with a blueberry muffin, the barista politely asked you to wait beside the counter while she prepared your beverage. Another man beyond the counter bagged up the muffin for you and sent a wink your way as you accepted the bag, you brushed it off his gesture uncomfortably.<br/>"Well, well, isn't this a coincidence?" a familiar voice said as the person it belonged to soon approached you, your eyes flickered up to see that damned man.<br/><br/>"Tyler!" you gasped spitefully, he smiled and invited you into a hug. It was strange to be so close without even knowing who he was but his arms felt so safe as they wrapped around you, his scent was so alluring. The smell of clean laundry and body wash lingered from his chest as he buried you in it.<br/>"It's so nice to see you again, Y/n!" he smiled, you couldn't help but smile back. He had such charm, it was impossible not to quiver at the knees. "Did you ever get your laptop fixed?" he asked, you shook your head. He frowned at your words.<br/>"That really sucks, why wouldn't you have let me help out? I still feel guilty about it." he sighed, you giggle at him before chiming back. "You're still think about it?" <br/><br/>"Always on my mind from the moment I awake till the moment I crash." he smirks.<br/>You hum lightly "Glad I made such an impression." he chuckles lowly at that, he points toward your bag as he speaks. "Seems like you're making an impression on plenty of people." You look down at your bag and see a phone number written on the side, you sigh as you remember the wink that was served alongside your breakfast. <br/>"Ugh." you groan, he takes a step closer to you as he begins to grow fond of your presence. He hadn't had such joy talking to someone like this since his last relationship. "Are baristas not your type? Something wrong with your man making dirt water for a living?" he jokes, you gasp at him before giving him a light punch. "Hey!"<br/><br/>"Tyler! That's rude." you giggle, he rolls his eyes like a child would. "Is that not what it is?" you think about his question for a few moments before looking back to him, his brown eyes locked with yours.<br/>"I saw you grab a decaf last time we met." you state, trying to ignore your palms clamming up. "That was for my daughter, she's got a mean sweet tooth." he was quick to shut you down, you then notice her lack of presence. <br/>"Where is she?" you ask, he shrugs. "She's with her mom. I get her Mondays, Thursdays, and the weekends." he explains, you nod as he finishes. "So you're not married anymore?" you ask. <br/><br/><span class="u">Fuck! Why would you ask that?!</span><br/><br/>Tyler's eyes widen at you before he lets out a dramatic gasp. "Why, Y/n. How intrusive are you feeling today?" you feel the heat rising to your cheeks with embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mea-"<br/>"I know what you meant, but we never got married. Was more of a short term relationship, stuff just got rough after Mary-Elizabeth turned 1 so we decided to end it before one of us got hurt. But luckily for you, I am single." Tyler hummed, his eyes eating you up as if he had been starving to see you again. Your cheeks burned up at his low tone, you open your mouth to respond but another voice interrupts your train of thought.<br/>   "Medium (Fav/coffee) for Y/n!" the male barista called out, you turned around grabbed them from his hands, this time shooting a glare Tyler's way. It seemed to humor the man beside you.<br/>"I don't mean to seem intrusive or anything, I just wanna get to know you." you speak up to break the silence. Tyler looks down at you and hums, his strawberry pink lips curled into a beautiful smile. "I don't mind any, you're just being friendly." At least he understands. "I just really enjoy talking with you, you've been on my mind ever since-" shut up, shut up, shut up! <br/>Tyler acknowledged your sudden silence and bit his bottom lip, the smallest things he did drove you wild. "Now it seems like I'm the one who has left an impression." he chuckles at your innocence. His soft hands gesture to your bag still in your hand. "May I?" he asks, you questionably hand him the bag and watch as he pulls your muffin out and hands it to you as he flattens the bag onto a tabletop. He seemed to be writing something down but you threw your attention to the muffin in your hand, you began to eat it up to relive the hunger.<br/>He handed you the bag back with a smile. "You don't have to worry about the bean boy, I scribbled his out." he stated, you drew your attention to the bag which now had another number written upon it, directly above a dark &amp; scribbled line. Your (e/c) eyes flicker up to meet his once more.<br/>"I gotta get going but I'll be seeing you, Tyler." you say to the man, his hand holds onto your wrist lightly. "Must you leave now?" he asked as if he were a Disney prince. It wasn't like you had anywhere to go besides home, Jamie worked a 10-7 everyday so it'd be a long and lonely day.<br/>"I mean if you want more time with me, you could possibly drive me back home?" you ask with high hopes that he wouldn't decline, just as planned, he smiles and nods. <br/>"Consider it done, just gotta give me a moment, dear." he said as he pulled you back into his touch, you fell into his chest clumsily. His eyes stared down at you with a sparkle, you took notice and tucked your hair behind your ear. <br/>He finally got his order of a small tea with two sugars and held your hand on the way out, making sure to make the barista jealous. It seemed to pay off by the frustrated growl from behind you, Tyler bit his bottom lip happily as he walked you to his car parked alongside the road. You gasped in awe at his wheels.<br/>"Oh my god, this is yours?! This must've costed a zillion dollars!" you laugh, he takes pride in your words and shrugs. "Eh, it wasn't too bad once you got past the zeros." he sighed with tea in hand, you scoff playfully. "How many zeros are we talking, Ty?"<br/>He puts his index finger over his lips as if it were a secret, you sigh in reply. <br/>"Fine...keep your secrets." he chuckles as he opens your door for you, you blush at the gentle gesture. <br/>He soon follows you into the vehicle, the inside is fancier than the outside. The leather seat let off such a rich scent that sent your head swimming.<br/>"Where to, princess?" he asked as he started the car, you sat back in wonder. <br/>"Tyler, this is fucking crazy." you giggle, he finds your excitement humoring.<br/>"i'm glad you think so." he hums, it takes a few minutes for you to collect yourself before you give him directions back to your apartment. He spent the ride talking about himself, he seemed more comfortable with you to share old memories of his brothers and how he's worked himself up from the bottom to where he was today. You fell into a trance listening to his voice, leaning your head up against the window with your eyes closed as he spoke. Of course, you gave the occasional nod to signal that you were still trying to listen.<br/>The road that lead to your destination was bumpy and littered with potholes, it never seemed to bother you. He let his hand drop to your knee and run circles upon it as he drove slowly, trying his best to avoid them all. You thought it was rather kind.<br/>"Well, I uh...I think we're here." he said as he parked just outside of your door, you opened your eyes and leaned back into the fancy car seat with a sigh. You didn't want to leave him so soon. Your eyes catch his but this time you can't seem to get yourself to pull away, his lips looked so kissable in this moment.<br/>"Y-Yeah, we're um...we are here." you hummed. <br/>I can't kiss him! that would be so weird!!<br/>You unbuckle yourself and grab your things, making sure to stop to speak once more to the man as you exited his car. "It's been nice talking with you, Tyler. I really appreciate the ride." you thank him, he waves you off with a blush. "It was nothing." he begins, "It would've been nice if we could've had more time to talk, I really enjoy your company, Y/n."<br/>    You waved the paper bag in his face with a flirtatious smirk. "It truly is a shame but if I did then this number would be useless now, wouldn't it?" He shrugs "Well, if you change your mind, I'm only a call away." you blushed as you slowly pulled yourself away from his car and turning around to enter your home.<br/>_______________________<br/>2:44 AM<br/>Recounting the cracks in your ceiling over and over again didn't seem to help you fall asleep like it used to, frustration was building itself in between your legs. You didn't want to, you just wanted to sleep and forget about it but it was becoming unbearable. <span class="u">What do I do?</span><br/>Usually when this happened, you'd be home alone and had more privacy. Jamie's room was directly next to yours and didn't necessarily have thick walls. You learned that the hard way with Jamie's last girlfriend. <br/>You grab for your phone in hopes for something online to help you relieve the ache, maybe old nudes from your ex would help? Or a sexy chat room perhaps. You bite your lip at the thought. Your ex, Brendon, was always in a mood so you had plenty of videos and photos he had sent you that could keep you satisfied. Instead your fingers lead you to your recent contacts and selecting the first name you saw.<span class="u"> What am I doing?</span><br/>"Hello?" the voice answered, the raspy tone of his sleepy tone gave you chills. "H-Hi...it's uh...it's me. Y/n." you greet. <br/><br/><span class="u">He doesn't want to talk to me, hang up the phone before you embarrass yourself!!</span><br/><br/>"So I see. What's bringing you to call this late?" he asked. <br/>"I have a problem."<br/>"What's going on? Do you need my help?" he asked with concern.<br/>You let out a needy whine, nodding your head even though he couldn't see. "I'm in mood and I-I need something...can you help me?" you sigh sexily in hopes to convince him.<br/>     "Of course, babygirl. I told you that I'd be here for you." he hummed.<br/>"Thank you, Tyler." you shuddered. He shushed you through the call, you could imagine him pinning you against the wall with his finger against your lips. "Call me daddy, babygirl." he hummed softly, sending a pool dripping in your underwear.<br/>"Oh fuck..." you whisper as you fiddle with the waistband of your sweatpants. "Put your hand down into your panties and touch yourself for me, love." he instructed, you did as he asked and began to rub your fingers through your folds, spreading your wetness over your clit. You let out a whimper as you tease yourself.<br/>"Does it feel good, baby?" he asks, you whine a 'yes' to him. He lets out a soft groan himself, it sends shivers down your body.  Your fingers slowly rub circles over your swelled nub, you imagine Tyler grinding his dick over your heat. "I want you to sink your pretty little finger inside that tight pussy of yours." he groaned; it felt so unusually sexy to hear such vulgar language coming from him, he just didn't seem like the type. You obey as he instructed and insert one of your fingers inside of your hole, you were so soaked that it was smoother to ease in and out. You moan softly as you began to pump in a rhythm, the tips of your fingers graze your g-spot every time, your back arches off of the bed in pleasure.<br/>Tyler moans lowly through the speaker, his sounding more desperate than your own. He grabbed ahold of his throbbing erection through his boxers, the last time he did something as promiscuous as this was back in high school when his then-girlfriend gave him a blowjob in the bathrooms at homecoming. "I wish I could have you here to see what you've done to me, babygirl. You've got daddy so hard, wish I could have your lips wrapped around me. Do you want that, baby? You want to please daddy, don't you?" he went on. <br/>"Ohhh, fuck. Y-Yes, please keep talking, daddy." you begged, the rhythm of your fingers picking up as the ache in your gut turns to pleasure. Sensations of satisfaction flow though your body as your fingers work their magic.<br/>Tyler pulled his dick from his boxers and wrapped his hand around it, shuddering as he did. He could feel the touch of your soft hands feeling up his body, being worshipped endlessly by your tongue. Tyler pumped his hand up and down his length, his head threw itself back with the roll of his eyes as he listened to you pleasure yourself. "How long have you wanted this, kitten? Have you touched yourself like this every night with the thought of me engraved in your memory?" he spoke so sweetly as he worked himself.<br/>"Yes, daddy! I've been craving you, wanna feel you-" you bite your tongue to withhold your dirty moans.<br/>"What're you being so quiet for, babygirl? I wanna hear you lose yourself for me." he hummed, you almost came at his tone of desire, it was all for you. "C-Can't be loud here." you whispered, he chuckled breathily at that. "If I had you with me, you could be as loud as you wanted, love. I'd have you screaming for me, have you anyway I'd want you." he picked up the pace of his pumps as he imagined himself pounding into you, your wet pussy soaking his sheets as he holds your legs over his shoulders. <br/>He moaned so softly, it was euphoria to hear him in such a vulnerable state. "I want you so fucking bad, Y/n. I need you.". His raspy demands were enough to make your thighs quiver and your edge come closer.<br/>"D-Daddy, I'm so...I'm c-close..." you sigh as your fingers leave your hole and inch up to rub vigorous circles on your clit. The idea of his tongue replaced the feeling of your fingertips, his hands holding your hips closer to his face as he eats you up.<br/>  "Such a good girl, cum for me, baby. I need you to cum." he pleads as his wrist twists around his sensitive tip. Your back arches off of the bed as you let your climax overtake you and your body, you let out a moan of ecstasy as you ride through your orgasm. His essence was enough to make you forget about your surroundings, all that mattered was him. "Oh FUCK!!" <br/>Tyler grits his teeth at the pornographic moans that left your lips, he knew he could make you feel better than this, have you shaking underneath him with the chant of his name until your voice ran hoarse.<br/>He finally reaches his climax and decorates his stomach with his warm, thick cum. His whines became needy with the thought of you fading from his mind. <br/>Both of remained still, the sound of the other heavy breathing echoed through the line, each of you waiting for the other to say something. Somehow you felt humbled with the sweet silence between you both, it reminded you of the café. <br/>"I um...Thank you, Tyler." you whispered to him, saying his name felt lovelier than ever.<br/>"It was my pleasure, Y/n." he breathed, somehow you could see the smile displayed upon his blush red face. <br/>3:22 AM<br/>Shit! "I've got to go, I'll um...I'll talk to you later, Tyler." you said, Tyler could hear the disappointment in your voice and he felt the same in his chest. A tender ache.<br/>"I'll be seeing you." he sighed, you bit you lip as you pulled the phone away from your face and hung up. <span class="u">Holy shit...what did I just do?</span></p>
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